Mimicking Birds - The Chimney Sweep lyrics
[Mimicking Birds - The Chimney Sweep lyrics]
An old man a sensitive man
Intelligent man an arrogant man
And every goddamn man in between
All that they've seen too much to drink
Got nothing to think and not much to dream
Well that doesn't mean much of anything
Remember that wannabe Indian Jack
He's a hell of a talker now
Now that his teeth are falling out
Well onto the floor that's what's in store
Nothing else more can't we explore
A different route to find our way out?
And the dreams march around your
Brain like some gremlin parade
And your eyes keep moving around
Well one day you'll have nothing to say
And the dogs will just play with your bones
Dragging them all over the ground
And eventually the sparks disappear
In your eyes
And the past just turns to glass
The chimney sweep is fast asleep
And I'll call the reports wrong
When the waves just wish you back
You finally make it home
And the blood glowing of your own
On the position on this globe that you wrote
On my own i'll make it home
On my own i'll make it home on my own
So you plan on just sinking in the sand
Throw shit at the fan howling is grandiose
That's about you and the world knows
Well I hope it's exposed nothing else grows
Where the earth's froze
Everyone knows that it's supposed to go
Guess it just goes to show
Remember that wannabe president's son
He's not much of a talker now
Now who are you to judge?
Well I'm not gonna fuss hanging up rugs
Not stepping on bugs just as everyone does
Well I guess it's good living
One with the mud
And the dreams drip down in your brain
Like some stalactite in a cave
And your teeth keep moving around
Well one day I'll have too much to say
But the cats will just play with your tongue
Over my toothless mouth
And eventually the rocks turn
Back into liquid
And our mass back into weightless gas
I can't even see, there's rows in our trees
That are not tall or a forest at all
But with pavement we'll cover up all of that
You finally make it home
And figure out everything you have owned
Doesn't actually exist as long as
You'll ever call home "home"
Well on my own i'll make it home
(And eventually the sparks disappear
In your eyes) on my own
(And the past just turns to glass)
I'll make it home
(The chimney sweep is fast asleep
And I'll call the reports wrong) on my own
(Where the waves just push you back)
I'll make it home (You finally make it home
And the blood glowing of your own) on my own
(On the position on this
Globe that you wrote) i'll make it home
Intelligent man an arrogant man
And every goddamn man in between
All that they've seen too much to drink
Got nothing to think and not much to dream
Well that doesn't mean much of anything
Remember that wannabe Indian Jack
He's a hell of a talker now
Now that his teeth are falling out
Well onto the floor that's what's in store
Nothing else more can't we explore
A different route to find our way out?
And the dreams march around your
Brain like some gremlin parade
And your eyes keep moving around
Well one day you'll have nothing to say
And the dogs will just play with your bones
Dragging them all over the ground
And eventually the sparks disappear
In your eyes
And the past just turns to glass
The chimney sweep is fast asleep
And I'll call the reports wrong
When the waves just wish you back
You finally make it home
And the blood glowing of your own
On the position on this globe that you wrote
On my own i'll make it home
On my own i'll make it home on my own
So you plan on just sinking in the sand
Throw shit at the fan howling is grandiose
That's about you and the world knows
Well I hope it's exposed nothing else grows
Where the earth's froze
Everyone knows that it's supposed to go
Guess it just goes to show
Remember that wannabe president's son
He's not much of a talker now
Now who are you to judge?
Well I'm not gonna fuss hanging up rugs
Not stepping on bugs just as everyone does
Well I guess it's good living
One with the mud
And the dreams drip down in your brain
Like some stalactite in a cave
And your teeth keep moving around
Well one day I'll have too much to say
But the cats will just play with your tongue
Over my toothless mouth
And eventually the rocks turn
Back into liquid
And our mass back into weightless gas
I can't even see, there's rows in our trees
That are not tall or a forest at all
But with pavement we'll cover up all of that
You finally make it home
And figure out everything you have owned
Doesn't actually exist as long as
You'll ever call home "home"
Well on my own i'll make it home
(And eventually the sparks disappear
In your eyes) on my own
(And the past just turns to glass)
I'll make it home
(The chimney sweep is fast asleep
And I'll call the reports wrong) on my own
(Where the waves just push you back)
I'll make it home (You finally make it home
And the blood glowing of your own) on my own
(On the position on this
Globe that you wrote) i'll make it home